From Woider:
Lucille stands still in front of the plant-like lady, her mind torn between multiple options, each tiny voice in her head telling her what to do. The more humane of her personalities win through, and she quickly removes her head to speak. "I was actually on my way to the Lake a few days travel from here, in order to-" She quickly alters her motive to seem more pallatable. "-meet a contact." She pauses for a moment. "That is, until I heard, and smelled, you from afar... I had to see for myself... I may be dead, but I still retain some of my more human quirks." She says, a little awkwardly. If her body was still warm as that of the living, she would clearly be blushing, and probably a little wet, too. She catches herself in those thoughts, she was never interested in women before... and certainly not monsters, although the strange feeling in her head obviously disagrees, and her eyes are drawn to the plant-woman's figure and... assets.